"Cash-box! I have no cash-box. My cash is all in bank!"
"Gammon. It won't do. Behind yer seat is yer iron safe,—one o' th' Salamanders; you're got ten thousand in gold, in that."
Mr. Somers changed color.
"They intend to blow up the lock with powder, after they'd fixed your jugular."
Mr. Somers clasped his hands, and shook like a leaf.
"What's to be done, what's to be done!" he cried in perfect agony.
"There's six o' my fellows outside. I've got a special warrant from the authorities. Now, if you've a key to Evelyn's rooms, we'll just go up-stairs and search 'em. You can stand outside, while we go in. But no noise,—no fuss you know."
"But they'll murder you," cried the merchant, "they'll murder me. They'll,"—
Blossom drew a six-barreled revolver from one pocket, and a slung-shot from the other.
"This is my settler," he elevated his revolver, "and this, my gentle persuader," he brandished the slung-shot.